“Promise you won’t take this personal, Drake”
Severed syllables clad in a long robe of empathy. Nursed till they were healthy for plying the bolox for the tongue. Particles drooping like nectar, an extension of stigma yet to be circumcised by pollination.
He saw no reason he should. Well, provided the content of the intended commemorate that. But ladies are offshoot of mystery: elongated mystic attributions – an hare dyed-in-the-wool basked in the attitude of a castrated buffalo with lame limb. Who cares? He shoved those thoughts as he dug the drainage of sentence for the words to flow through:
“What is the point? Just don’t tergiversate. “
Simple as he could have made it sound: without an Iota of cruelty inveilgling the hood of the former.
While those words assembled in his throat, even before their offshoot, she’d thought of how to arrange her thoughts that one could be at the mercy of the other, but the words indifferently assumed sundry positions as she struggled with them till that moment he’d requested a transparent snappy comeback.
Her friend, who had a crush on him had invited him to her apartment the last night. He’d gone there to assist her with whatever she was having a tough time with, but callous time metamorphosed in a haste that dusk fell, and he couldn’t return home. Thus, he stayed overnight. Shared her bed.
Through the night, the lady flirted hard with him, spending all currencies of seduction, yet he was undaunted – he wouldn’t sell the renowned gadget.
At a point, he massaged the paranoma of his rib cage with her curious tits, making rhythmic moves like a snake bout to cast off its old cloak. She insisted in the pace of the trail wanting the attention of the prince strapped within an co-op – she wanted it to look, but it seemed weary.
More efforts she borrowed, as her literal quotient got drained. Yet, he was indifferent till sleep rescued him. Then, she curled her right leg between his thighs brushing the region of the prince – just to stir him. But the penis rested peaceful in the bossom of caution.
Irritated, he fought his thigh free, took her leg away, and returned to his unconditional lover.
Dawn co-operated with sleep as the victory was tossed at him. He left the room with peck on her heavy head as he made for his way as the door shrieked.
She woke up to realize he was gone. Without touching her? Who does that? If not an Impotent? Shared a bed with a lady through a night – a willing lady matter-of-factly, yet the penis couldn’t even applaud her efforts, let alone his will. Of course he’s an Impotent, she’d told her friend. Her own definition of impotence.
Now she must find her words. Time would betray, and his patience would slacken. In a haste, she let the assembled words stumble upon each other as the rear window of her glottis opened halfway:
“Please do not tell her. My friend said that you’re an Impotent. “
No surprises. He saw that coming really. He stood to leave as he pondered if the best definition of being disciplined had become ‘Impotence’.
He looked back at her, melting his anger with the sun of his smile – monomania.
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Note: Inspired by my bestie.
Ancestral Trail 